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by Miss Megan May 25, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I have nothing to say to you, There's nothing I can explain. I'm choking on my useless guilt, I'm up to the brim with shame. And I still cry for no reason, unable to wipe away the blood. How did I turn into this? Who is this stranger I've become? I'm lost without a feeling, so unsure of who to be. Tell me why I should hold on, give me a reason to believe. I'm suffocated by my weakness, I'm alive yet already dead. So I stab the knife in my heart, and I aim the gun to my head.